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Thanks for the link graylien. I've been wondering about LFN for awhile myself but haven't looked into it. This past August, having just moved across the country to New England, I noticed a low whistle that would drop an octave mid-whistle. I'd hear it intermittently between the hours of 1am and 3am. I asked other people in our building about it, but nobody knew what I was talking about. My husband couldn't hear it either. By October the whistle was gone, or at least I wasn't hearing it anymore. What's interesting was that there was a rooster nearby that used to go off at all hours of the day and night. No self control at all ~ it must have crowed upwards of thirty times a day! As soon as the whistle disappeared, the rooster returned to crowing only at sunrise! So humans aren't the only ones bothered by LFN (maybe?).
As for your intuiting that the hum you heard was the product of a weapon being tested on the airbase, travbot; I think that's a definite possibility and not in the least bit paranoid. In a worst case scenario, you or your area could have been deliberately targeted. I know I'm off in conspiracy land without even the proper jargon, but that's a wierd experience you and your wife had (are having) and it certainly could be any number of things, including some kind of (psychic weapon?).
The reason I'm posting on this thread (and at length apparently ) is that my husband and I spent the first thirty-some years of our life in a relatively unpopulated northern state, and when we moved to New England in 2000, we both felt as if a blanket had been dropped over us. In other words, we felt intellectually, creatively, emotionally and physically stifled, or muted. We also felt as if the air were buzzing with like, I don't know, disinformation I guess. Believe me, I know how nutty that sounds, and we put it down to adapting to a densely populated enviornment in which the air prolly was buzzing with all kinds of different frequencies and transmissions. The odd thing was, after spending two years in New England we moved to an equally densely populated West Coast city, and immediately felt free and happy. Stayed there for two years and then moved back to New England = same old sh*t. My husband and I are once again feeling as if someone has turned us to the "low" setting. It's not seasonal affective disorder either, it's a year-round thing. Make of it what you will, but neither of us can wait to get out of here. :snore:
EDITED to make some paragraphs and have place names be more vague.
As for your intuiting that the hum you heard was the product of a weapon being tested on the airbase, travbot; I think that's a definite possibility and not in the least bit paranoid. In a worst case scenario, you or your area could have been deliberately targeted. I know I'm off in conspiracy land without even the proper jargon, but that's a wierd experience you and your wife had (are having) and it certainly could be any number of things, including some kind of (psychic weapon?).
The reason I'm posting on this thread (and at length apparently ) is that my husband and I spent the first thirty-some years of our life in a relatively unpopulated northern state, and when we moved to New England in 2000, we both felt as if a blanket had been dropped over us. In other words, we felt intellectually, creatively, emotionally and physically stifled, or muted. We also felt as if the air were buzzing with like, I don't know, disinformation I guess. Believe me, I know how nutty that sounds, and we put it down to adapting to a densely populated enviornment in which the air prolly was buzzing with all kinds of different frequencies and transmissions. The odd thing was, after spending two years in New England we moved to an equally densely populated West Coast city, and immediately felt free and happy. Stayed there for two years and then moved back to New England = same old sh*t. My husband and I are once again feeling as if someone has turned us to the "low" setting. It's not seasonal affective disorder either, it's a year-round thing. Make of it what you will, but neither of us can wait to get out of here. :snore:
EDITED to make some paragraphs and have place names be more vague.